My concentration is shot to hell. For explanation see previous post, also it’s still f***ing warm and I’ve had too little sleep – the latter is partly my own fault, but as what hours of sleep I have had have been spent tossing and turning because of the temperature (20+ degrees at night is not natural), I refuse to take the whole blame.
So I’m glad it’s Friday. I suspect this is a good thing from my employer’s point of view, too, as I might just possibly be a little less giddy by Monday morning. Possibly.
In the meantime I’m seeing Lillebjørn Nilsen in concert tonight, which is all kinds of good. He’s one huge reason to feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t understand Norwegian. I mean, Ibsen, pft, you get decent translations of Ibsen. Lillebjørn has to be experienced in the original, preferably live.
And in good company.
Looking forward to tonight.
Strawberries are in season (yay!) and I love my employer (I feel ungrateful in repaying them with zilch concentration) – they buy us fresh strawberries every day. I also have two baskets in the fridge at home, and cream. Meant to consume them yesterday but got sidetracked by a pizza and then some wine (oh, and some other stuff, non-ingestible). Might end up freezing them and buying new ones to eat with the cream (the frozen ones will be good slightly heated with ice cream in the autumn).
Will have to write this last hour off as in lieu of previous long hours. Have just been writing this and helping AK in a quiz the support people have been having on msn (name the band/artist from the LP title). Great fun, especially when M discovered why AK was doing so well (two heads being better than one) – “YOU! No wonder it didn’t help pulling out the really weird questions!” I’ll take that as a compliment.
Voice in my head: still Sinatra, but with disturbances from Genesis with I Can’t Dance, related to one of the quiz questions